Chapter 156 Dirty Car Team vs Alpha Skitarii
The pursuit of knowledge is how we seek liberation, but absolute conceit in knowledge is nothing but arrogant delusion.
Mechanicus Ordinance Article 10
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The hot temperatures were deadly to flesh, but to the Skitarii it was just a cool day, after all they had no skin, and as they traveled through the chaotic wilderness, a jumble of rocks and holes, night fell and the cold was still terrible, Enough to freeze engine oil and solidify joints.
On the road, hundreds of mechanical creations of various shapes were walking neatly on the surface of the planet wrapped in high temperatures. Things like this were going on constantly. They moved forward under the command of data craftsmen in order to transport materials.
And their operators, or creators, are only two newly promoted sages. If Alan Bayer were here, he would probably be able to recognize the mechanical priest with a good personality, but now his robes have been changed, and his position has changed. Also higher.
The huge barge next to them was also under the control of their thoughts, slowly moving forward, passing through the scorching wilderness of the wilderness. The Mechanicus left the only trace of black or red on the ground.
The priest who had managed Miss Poison Blade was a sage to be precise. His mechanical tentacles chanted the seventh incantation of "Algebraic Concord" and tried to dispel the ghost of depression lingering in his heart.
But every time he tried to determine when the next heretic or alien storm would come, his conclusions were different. Sometimes it’s months, sometimes weeks, but often it’s days, even decades.
Countless inconsistent conclusions invalidate every answer, and the variables are too complex and confusing even for a sage.
For a sage, he needs to calculate far more than this. There are also messages from the servitors and the chatter of his companions. Although they seem quiet, their thoughts are constantly conveyed and information is updated all the time. .
The Alpha-level Skitarii in the team (more than 50% of his body has been transformed) is looking at this with his long-barreled rifle.
He assumed the ancient pose of a human marksman, the butt of the ancient weapon tucked into the crook of his right arm, and he was scanning the wilderness.
Soon the world will be darkened, and his eyepieces will transform the glint of metal and petrified rocks in the night moonlight into a high-contrast image, the white heat and the gray of the plants introduced to modify the atmosphere. To this veteran, These are irrelevant distractions.
He is looking for living movements such as enemies of the Empire.
His companions are deployed around him at equal intervals, each responsible for a different direction of observation. An uninformed observer might mistake the Skitarii of Unity for clones.
All wore crimson hooded robes with staggered dark armor, hiding their physical features behind protruding respirator masks and goggles, giving them a sense of déjà vu like relentless insects.
Their lower limbs apparently suffered the same transformation, as each warrior's legs were replaced from the knees down with titanium steel legs.
Only the initiates of the "Mechanicum" will realize that this is the mark they deserve for swearing allegiance to the "Red Planet". This is a sacred ceremony shared by all, and they are holy warriors.
So it is only fitting that they wander this land with the purity of God Almighty guiding their path.
[Investigation, report, no suspicious traces found. The signal from the Ranger sounded like a random burst of static, but to his companions, it contained an incredible wealth of data.
Three confirmation messages came back immediately, and a few seconds later, the fourth, and the fifth. Such frequent returns soothed the two sages that they even started chatting.
In order not to mix with the commonly used sound channels, the sages will choose to communicate with each other using human language, which is just to remember their little humanity.
"You have adopted a human girl? Will she join our church?" The grateer made those sounds, which might be slightly vague to the Imperial ears, but now they seemed just right.
"Girl... Arya? She is very pitiful. Her parents are both warriors, and I refused the request of the Faithful Si Academy. I know that she will be brainwashed." The sage answered calmly. Even though he did not have much humanity, he had already He is more human-like than many high-ranking officials in the empire.
The influence of Skadi and the girl's redemption gave him new motivation. He also thought that those things would stop him from progressing academically, but with the blessing of the Emperor, he reached the point of becoming a mechanical magus, his teacher. The core area of the church has also been added.
Maybe this means good things come to good people? The sage cannot explain clearly, no matter how rich his wisdom is and how much knowledge surrounds him, he cannot understand the changes that those things have brought to him.
But his colleagues didn't understand. He didn't answer. He just continued to move forward mechanically. In front of them, the huge gear-shaped mountains surrounding them were still continuous. He accepted this mission to deliver to the Skadi Regiment. Supplies came as a reward for being rescued before, but this situation was still within his plan.
The Alpha Skitarii are powerful and can continue to advance day and night. Their internal wetware is already at the level of veterans, so they can rest assured in terms of safety.
The Adeptus Mechanicus is walking on those jagged roads, with countless monitors staring at it, and servo skulls overlooking it from above. There is no problem with safety.
Finally they took up position on the jagged ridge, looking down through the bloody, roaring vortex of the storm to the valley below, barely visible to the naked eye below them.
But the optical matrix on the Skitarii's helmet focused on the target and the filters circulated, but the view remained only blurry in the cold storm wind that echoed through the night.
An Alpha-class Skitarii raises his left arm, an augmented appendage that ends in an armored bionic device, and he lifts it like a lord of a feudal world piloting a bird of prey.
However, the Skitarii officer was not carrying a raptor, but an information-server skull named Freenos~361.
[Let me see everything] He commanded, and Freenos~361 rose into the crystal-cold air.
The servo-skull retracted its serpentine cable, and Freenos~361 flew to the side of the ridge.
The officer watched him fly away, and through its enhanced optics array, Freenos~361 sent back a picture of its situation on the barren mountain range.
The data from the servo skull was uploaded to the visual processor in the officer, but he saw a flash of light and intense heat, and then no more information was sent back from the skull.
[Report, enemies, unknown number, recommended to activate the vigilance module protocol]
The sage felt this situation and asked his companions. "Damn, there are enemies."
The mechanical sage also answered. "It seems true that aliens have landed in this world during this period."
The two of them communicated with each other for a moment before recognizing that they both agreed to continue moving forward, but needed to speed up, and they were carrying a lot of supplies, which would not be good if they fell into the hands of the enemy.
The two sages could only drive the servitors forward, down the valley on the winding mountain road. The terrain here was not good, and if they were attacked, it would be normal.
Uneasy and constant inner calculations, they are constantly praying to the God of All Machines and the gears. They chant complex and complicated spells, mixing mechanical language and Gothic to form that special sound that makes the machine spirits active. , the speed of the team also became faster.
[With your will, I awaken you and give you energy] The sage chanted, happily leading his team to perform the seventh ceremony.
[In the light you radiate, I fight alongside you] They responded with respectful feedback.
[For your anger, I will kill or die for you] The sage who adopted the girl concluded.
The fear and suspicion brought about by the unidentified enemy here are not variables that affect the Skitarii. While ordinary people may feel anxiety, the Skitarii only feel anticipation.
Alpha-level veterans have faced many things that are terrifying in the eyes of mortals, but they still prevailed. However, it may be that the God of All Opportunities blessed them tonight, or it may be that their rapid advance prevented the orcs from noticing that before they After crossing the last low clearing in the valley, the endless wilderness and the city in the distance were already looming.
"Blessed by the God of All Machines, in the name of the gears, we are safe." The sage could even see the looming light of human civilization in the distance. Even though the mountains were dangerous, those things became more beautiful because of it.
But the Skitarii made a sharp buzzing sound. Before the sage could regain his senses, those rough, shoddily made, and terrifying alien vehicles descended from the hillside, with rumbling engines and black smoke, as well as the smoke and smoke on them. A green creature ready to go.
[Report, the alien is an orc! 】
[Shooting notice, shooting notice! 】
The new sages were dizzy by the strong emotional feedback from the Afars, and then they started shooting wildly with laser carbines, but it was difficult for the shots to penetrate the thickened armor on those dirty vehicles. Leaving only shallow scratches on those trucks moving forward extremely fast.
The sage immediately cheered up. [Start the heresy engine countermeasure protocol. 】
The Alphas quickly opened their firearms and challenged the position and reflection amplitude of the glowing laser crystals. Then the fierce armor-piercing laser was fired in the carbine. Although it overheated and the firing rate dropped seriously, it really penetrated the vehicle armor. , and can even hit the engine and crew members.
The Blood Ax kid in military uniform stood on the car and fired back with sudden attacks. Although the automatic firearms made by the orcs were not very accurate, they fired so intensively that the skitarii had to take cover and hide.
It was said to be a bunker, but it was actually a teammate who had just been shot down. They put their corpses up to make a simple sandbag, which was a good use of everything.
Although the equipment of the Alpha Skitarii is obviously good, ordinary bursts cause little damage, and the spirit of making the best use of everything makes it difficult for them to break through, the orcs are not in bad shape, just listen to the shouts of the Blood Ax Kid.
"Let the Farts fix it!" The holes that were punched in the trucks were quickly blocked by the Farts with the scraps. In this way, the Mechanics demolished them and the Farts blocked them, resulting in a rather troublesome perpetual motion machine. Although they continued like this. They could probably reach this forty thousand years in the past, but the orcs obviously didn't have that much patience.
During the brief interval between the Skitarii officers' firing, sudden thick smoke rose.
The alphas were quick to react. [Warning, special operations boy, urgently activate the Sage Protection Protocol]
The Adeptus Mechanicus was devastated by their previous defeat at the Iron Gate. If the Sage had not been taken down, they would not have failed so quickly. After that, the Skitarii updated their personal information. For the special force of the Special War Boys There is more tactical planning, but the core is still!
The moment the smoke rose, dozens of Alphas charged into the smoke rising from the aliens. Since those things could hinder most detection methods, the Mechanicus used the most basic method, the naked eye.
Those crazy members of the Mechanicus used their own lives to start transmitting information and coordinates. Relying on those extremely fast information transmission and computing capabilities, a large number of replaced neurons gave them quite powerful abilities, and the next thing to return to the aliens was death. .
Carbine fire, those weapons of death and restlessness penetrated the armor of the special warfare boys, and dozens of Alpha-level Skitarii of the Mechanicus died as a result, but it was still worth it for the Mechanicus, because the wisdom of the technical sages was incomparable. price.
Those veterans will not complain. To be honest, they will even be proud of it. After this victory, the Orcs also realized that the Mechanicus is not easy to chew, especially after they have experienced tactical upgrades, but the Orcs are not what they were before. Guys like that, they have a new alliance.
While the Alphas were still judging the victory value based on their victory in the battle, reports of the movement of living creatures were still coming from the smoke.
Bang, bang, bang…
[Report, aliens, and...activate...] The Afar veteran issued a report as usual, but the ranger suddenly fell down, his insect-like head was completely smashed, and the adamantine ceramic cracked instantly. The reporter and the officer looked at the thing coming out of the smoke in disbelief.
The Mechanicus is extremely familiar with those exquisitely crafted weapons, bolters.
"Brother Astartes... No, heretics, heretics!" The anger made the officer go from surprise to fear to anger. Those heretics were actually colluding with the aliens. He raised his power ax with all his strength and used the name of Ohm Messiah to attack Wipe human filth from this world.
"In the name of gears and codes, heresy!"
But the giant in front of him just lightly avoided the power and transformation that he thought was beyond mortals, then kicked him away and shot him again, and the officer was instantly beaten to pieces.
In front of the demigods, the Skitarii were no different from mortals. In just an instant, death came to the servants of the God of All Machines.
And those traitors slowly moved forward, and the sages raised their weapons. No matter what, the defeat was determined at this moment...(End of Chapter)